Yes I am sad,
Hurt and confused,
You are my creation,
I wish I could refuse,
I watch you wrap me up,
And sell me like a soap,
Is this why I created you?
You make me lose the hope,
I watch your sheer idiocy,
This delusion you call faith,
I keep curbing my anger,
You keep tempting the fate,
Why do you think I need?
Your menial propagation,
I am universal,
Don’t need your adulation,
I keep sending the warnings,
But you don’t get it still,
Call me by any name you like,
I exist and forever will.
And so wails the Jesus,
His eyes bleeding brine,
He suffered for your agony,
For your sins he died,
And here you sell him out,
With lies and deception,
A faith polluted grows,
Cancerous, like an infection,
Crusades and war,
Blood shed in his name,
He who preached forgiveness,
Will his soul still remain?
